The First 13 Miles

This past Sunday, October 15th, I got up at 5:30 a.m. I drank my morning cuppa joe, and spent the next two hours stretching and hydrating. At 8:30, I biked to downtown Iowa City. And at 9:00 am, I stepped over the starting line to begin my first half-marathon.

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“do you look at your life?” i thought
everyone did – but do you
make eyes at your own history? where
are the moments that are stories within themselves?
rarely have we written ourselves down – and why?
even our triumphs are marred by mundanity.
still, it is an inimitable existence
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